[Verse 1]
The mirrors in the room go black and blue
On a Sunday morning in her Saturday shoes
We don't choose who we love
We don't choose
The lights over the Midway melt on the street
In a Sunday shoes, with her Saturday feet
She don't love who she choose
She don't need what she use

[Chorus]
Daylight comes and exposes
Saturday's bruises and cold roses
Cold roses

[Verse 2]
Nothing but the sunlight'll help you grow
From underneath your bed you can't see the window
We don't choose what we see
We don't choose
Fortunate and angry just like a child
All that money buys you medicine but can't buy you time
We don't choose what we love
And she don't need what she got

[Chorus]
Daylight comes and exposes
Saturday's bruises and cold roses
Cold roses
Cold roses
[Outro]
Cold roses
Cold roses
Cold roses